Why am I not dead , why can't I just die in piece. Whereis that bad and heartless person , who can come and just kill me because no one in this world loves me.
Why am I not dead , why is life so cruel . even my family doesn't love me anymore , I had a very bad past and it seems that no one is willing to forget about it.
I have said sorry for many times but no worries, I have forgiven myself a very long time time ago . I just wish my family will forgive me , so one day I will die in piece.
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